People aren’t books

People aren’t books I’ve learned
You can’t bookmark your favorite pieces to return to whenever you’re feeling lonely
When the nights get too cold and you need something familiar to keep you warm,
you can’t reopen their spines and wear out their pages and call that obsession love

I tend to remember fond moments as if they were windows in my memory.
Everytime I open these windows I feel I’m in a warm place again.
And when I come back to the now, this warm place helps to heal the light within.
It’s less an obsession, and more like a dance…


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